Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Stone

Aware that both her chattering and the waving three fingers still pressed into conical corn chips stopped abruptly, Stone put the car in park and glanced over to where Micah sat. Even with her profile to him, he could tell her mouth had dropped open and her eyes were rounder, apparently transfixed by the sight in front of her. When she continued to stare, he followed her gaze. Seeing nothing that piqued his curiosity, he turned back to her.

"You okay, Webby?"

Like the cartoon character, his Webby was very loving, highly emotional, and abnormally attuned to her surroundings. The way she continued staring at the house, the Bugles serving as hats on her fingertips forgotten told him she wasn't being disobedient by not answering; she was completely unaware that he'd even spoken.

Alert to any possible scenario that might cause her harm, Stone was willing to sit in silence until she came back to him. He pressed a button to lower the windows partway to allow a breeze to flow through the car before he shut off the engine. While Micah continued to look at the house, nothing but her eyes moving, he sat back and watched her. She never failed to amaze him in all ways. Her enthusiasm for life, her empathy for others, her intelligence that garnered her respect in her job as a ER nurse, and her ability to let go of what she called "adulting" to slip into the carefree life of a five-or-six-year-old child while trusting him to keep her safe were only a few of the things he loved about this woman/child. The fact that she'd picked him out of all the men she could have chosen made him want to earn that honor every day, to be worthy of her submission when she handed over the reins to him.

He was aware of the aroma of fresh earth and flowers the wind carried in one window and out the other. He watched the dark curls on her head dance in the breeze, knowing she was unaware of the silken tresses brushing against the slim column of her neck. A neck he suddenly felt the urge to press his lips against. Knowing better than to startle her, he forced himself to be satisfied with the knowledge he'd be able to do so soon enough. His eyes dropped down her stiff frame to where her bottom met the seat of the Jeep he'd rented for the trip. He smiled thinking about how often she'd shifted while seated in the plane but had never once voiced a single complaint about the object she still held inside her bottom. His cock stiffened in its confinement. He ignored its need as well. His Little's needs were all that mattered here.

It was another few minutes before he saw a soft smile curl Micah's lips and her head give a short but definite nod. He still didn't speak, watching as her finger reached her mouth and she drew off one corn cone after another and crunched into them as if a good ten minutes hadn't passed.

Once she swallowed, he repeated his question. "You okay, Webby?"

"I'm great, Daddy, why?"

Why he was surprised she didn't appear to know she'd zoned out he didn't know. She often came back totally unaware that any time had lapsed.

"No reason. Ready to go in?" he asked as he turned on the engine long enough to raise the windows.

"Totally!" she said, grabbing Mr. Quackers. "Wait until you see inside, it's like stepping back in time, Daddy."

Stone paused halfway out of the car, wondering how on earth she could possibly know that. But he didn't question her, knowing she just did. She earned herself a quick swat against the seat of her leggings when he discovered she'd already stepped out of the car before he had walked around the hood.

"Sorry," she said, tucking her backside in as if that would keep him from swatting his target if he so desired.

"I know you're excited, but we will go in together, understood?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Stone had to chuckle. For someone who was so against getting out of bed, she was practically dancing now in impatience to get going. Opening the back of the Jeep, he grabbed the pink backpack he'd added to their luggage. After seeing her attempt to tuck her polka-dotted toy bag beneath some t-shirts, he'd decided having her place it in the backpack where she'd see it every time she opened it to get a snack or her stuffie would serve as a reminder to behave as well as keep it within easy reach in case he needed to add to her lessons. He'd seen her eyes grow as large as saucers when she'd spotted the full-body scanners at the head of the security lines.

"Daddy, I… they… that's a-an x-ray…"

"Relax, baby. You can ask for a pat-down instead."

Her head tilted up to look at him, gorgeous violet eyes growing even larger. "And have them touch, you know"—her voice dropped to an almost inaudible whisper—"down there?"

"I don't think it will be that invasive, but it's your choice."

"Maybe we should get out of line and?—"

"Not an option," Stone said, instructing her to put the backpack in the bin, dropping his watch, phone, keys and belt in another. She did so, adding her phone and Apple watch before her head whipped back to look up at him again.

"You're enjoying this," she hissed.

"I'd actually not considered checking in, but, yeah, I am. You are so cute when you're flustered." At the narrowing of her eyes, he quirked his brow. "It could be worse," he said as the line before the body scanner grew closer.

"I'd like to know how," Micah shot back.

"I'd think a little strand of resin beads tucked inside would be far less obvious than a leather and steel chastity belt buckled securely around my Little girl's naughty bits, but if you'd like to test that theory, we can?—"

"No thank you, I'm good," she said, her tone suddenly much sweeter.

As if to prove it, she stepped into the scanner, spread her feet apart, lifted her arms above her head and actually smiled as the equipment took an x-ray.

Stone didn't quite buy her nonchalance, especially when her face flamed scarlet as the attendant scanning the carry-on items paused the conveyor and then looked up at her. The man's glance had then gone to Stone who simply smiled as if the backpack held nothing more unusual than a rather large stuffed duck.

The machine started again as the agent grinned. "Have a safe and fun time."

"We shall, thank you," Stone said, waiting until the bag appeared on the other side of the scanner. "Grab your toy bag, babygirl, I'll get our shoes."

She'd not only grabbed it, she'd opened it and for a brief moment, he feared she was going to toss the polka-dotted bag at him or in the trash. Instead, she pulled out Mr. Quackers and hugged him as she slung the strap of the backpack over her shoulder.

Stone gathered their remaining items and then knelt to put her shoes on her feet. "I'm sorry, Webby. I had no intention of embarrassing you or making you angry. I'll make sure to put the bag in my suitcase for our flight home."

Micah looked at him over her stuffie's head. "I'm not mad at you Daddy. It's not like others haven't seen the things we play with at the club. It's just that?—"

When she didn't continue, Stone tied her laces and then placed his hands on her thighs. "It's just what?"

The corner of her mouth twitched as she fought from smiling. "It's just that I can't stop thinking that now there is an x-ray of me holding my baubles, and I don't even get to see it!"

Shocked, it took a moment before Stone's laughter erupted to be joined by his Little's giggles. If people who'd been moving mindlessly around them now paused a moment to discover what was so amusing, they'd only see a man kneeling with his forehead pressed against that of a petite woman's, holding a well-dressed stuffed duck, both laughing at something existing in their own little bubble.

"Daddy, come on!"

Her entreaty brought him out of his thoughts. He grabbed their two suitcases from the trunk. She skipped along beside him as he walked across the gravel driveway to the steps of the front porch.

"I'll get the key," she said, bounding up the six steps and not looking beneath the welcome mat as many people would assume to be its hiding place, but moving to one of the many colorful flowerpots on the porch's wide railing. She slipped her fingers beneath the ivy cascading over the pot's rim and withdrew an old-fashioned key.

Again, he knew that somehow the very house had communicated with his Little girl. He'd been concerned at other times when such things had occurred, having witnessed her going from totally relaxed to something resembling the Tasmanian Devil character, moving at full speed, preparing trays and readying staff even before a call about a multi-car accident had reached the hospital's ER. Today, however, she was calm and flashed him a big smile as she slid the key into the ornate lock, and he instinctively knew she wasn't feeling the least bit threatened. That didn't mean he wouldn't stay alert; it just meant he wouldn't be on pins and needles waiting for something to happen.

"Welcome," she said with a large wave of her hand.

"Thank you, milady," he said, stepping into the house. It didn't take but a glance to see she'd nailed it. "I think you're right, Webby. This is a very nice house indeed."

Micah laughed, and they spent the next several minutes taking a tour. Every room was filled with antiques right down to the crocheted doilies on the arms of the sofas and embroidered samplers hanging on the walls.

"Look, Daddy, she stitched this one when she was only ten years old!"

Knowing far less about samplers than he did the inner workings of the human body, he could still appreciate the tiny stitches on the cloth. The alphabet ran in precise alignment across the middle of the sampler, flowers and leaves wove around the borders. A rabbit in various poses stood in each of the four corners. It truly was an example of how the children of yesteryear occupied themselves and, as far as he was concerned, beat staring at a screen and pushing buttons of a video game.

"Her stitches are almost as neat as the ones you make, Webby."

"They are far neater, Daddy. Only mine are in flesh and hers were on linen."

The small room at the back of the house had Micah squealing in glee. Most of the floorspace was taken up by one of the largest and most colorful chairs he'd ever seen. Dozens of different types of flowers were splashed all over the upholstery.

"Look, Mr. Quackers," she said as she jumped into the chair that practically swallowed her whole. "You've got friends!"

Sure enough, there were ducks swimming in the bits of pond he could see in the fabric. Looking around again, he saw more ducks in paintings on the wall, on the shelves where two brass ducks served as bookends, and even a family of ducklings needlepointed onto the footstool that stood just to the side of the chair.

"Webby, I don't know how you do it, but you're right. This house is definitely meant for you to stay in."

"Isn't it?" she agreed. "I could just sit here forever and be happy."

"You could?" he asked, his brow slowly arching. "Then I suppose all that squirming on the plane and in the Jeep was just for show?"

As if his words reminded her of her condition, she immediately scrambled over the thick, padded arm of the chair, her hands going behind her to rub at her backside. "Since you mentioned it, you can take it out now, Daddy."

As an experienced Dom, Stone was well aware of what he knew to be a safe length of time for his Little to hold the string of beads inside her body. Though that time was fast approaching, he wasn't about to acquiesce to such a poorly worded request. "I think holding it a bit longer might remind you of the proper way to ask." When she appeared to be about to argue, he said, "Or perhaps it should stay overnight?"

"That's not necessary, Daddy," she assured him. "Maybe after we've unpacked?"

"Or maybe after dinner," he offered, not willing to give her an exact timeline. "Now, where do you believe we will find our bedroom?"

"Upstairs!" she said instantly, grabbing his hand. "There's two, but I'm gonna let you choose!"

"How generous of you," he said, once again picking up the suitcases as she began to climb the stairs.

Once on the second floor, he knew instantly which room she'd prefer. It was at the front of the house. The moment he looked out the window and saw the Jeep, he also knew this was the very window that had caught his Little's attention. Not letting on, he looked around the room as well as walking across the hall to see the other, even stepping into the bathroom at the end of the hall before he returned to the first bedroom.

"This one will do as long as you feel comfortable," he said.

"I do, we'll be fine here, Daddy," she said with a huge smile before she began to poke her head into every nook and cranny.

"Looking for something in particular?" he asked as he lifted both suitcases onto the bed and opened the lids.

She hesitated but then shrugged. "No, just looking around. Are we going out to eat or do you think they have pizza delivery here?"

"I'm sure they do, but unless I'm wrong, the refrigerator and pantry should be stocked. You can have a bath and get into your jammies while I cook dinner. Then we can play a game or read before bed. Tomorrow is another early day."

"Okay, I am a little tired," she said, stretching her arms above her head.

The move reminded him of a cat, which in turn, reminded him of her pussy, and the string hanging from her bottom. While she'd exploded in pleasure that morning, he'd been denying himself all day which was several hours too long if you asked his dick.

Dinner could wait a bit longer. Stone moved the backpack she'd dropped on the chair to the nightstand, aware her eyes followed his every move. He retrieved the toy bag and set it on the bed. Knowing she expected him to unzip it, he grinned and instead opened her pink suitcase. He removed a long white nightgown with tiny pink bows holding the bodice closed and laid it across the foot of the bed before turning to her.

"I believe it's time for your nap?—"

"But what about dinner?"

Stone ignored the interruption, taking the stuffie from her hand and laying it on the pillow on the bed. "I was speaking to Mr. Quackers," he said before turning back to his wife. "As for you, little girl, put your arms back up."

When she straightened them, he tugged her t-shirt over her head and tossed it aside. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her leggings and pulled them down her legs. By the time he'd reached her feet, she'd toed off her sneakers so she was ready to step out of the pants. She used his shoulders to balance as he then removed one sock followed by the other. She stood before him in her panties and bra, both a soft pink with lace around her waistband and each leg, as well the top edge of her bra.

Cupping her face in his hands, he smiled and bent to kiss her. "You are so beautiful, Webby."

"Thank you, Daddy," she said with her own smile. "You're pretty cute too. Are you going to bathe with me again?"

Stone chuckled. "I'm afraid not. That tub won't fit both of us, but it's not quite time for your bath."

"Oh, I thought it was since you took my clothes off."

"Babygirl, you should know there are many different reasons for getting you out of your clothes."

"Like, um, you know?" she said, giving an exaggerated nod of her head as she turned to look behind her.

"If that's another way of asking me to take out your bottom baubles, than the answer is still no. That stays tucked inside for now."

"Oh," she said, her face flushing pink at his declaration.

"However, that doesn't mean your bottom needs to remain covered." He reached behind her to unsnap her bra and pulled it down and off her arms. Micah was petite but she had been gifted with a beautiful bubble-butt and a pair of breasts that perfectly filled his large hands. He gave each nipple a tweak before moving her to face away from him. After a moment, she turned, a quizzical expression knitting her forehead.

"Um… aren't you going to take my panties off?"

"No, that's a job for you," he said. "I want you to take a few steps forward and then very slowly pull your undies down. Then you'll open your legs as far as your panties allow, bend over and grab your ankles. Daddy wants to admire how beautiful you are."

"While I'm bent over?"

"Yep."

Her face flushed a darker pink, both knowing exactly what view such a position would offer him. When she looked around the room, Stone had the feeling it wasn't because she wouldn't obey, but that she was somehow checking if she'd be safe in doing so.

"Who do you see?" he asked, understanding she was looking for someone and not something.

"Lydia," she said without hesitation. Once the name was spoken, she turned her face to him again. "It's okay. She left."

Startled a bit, Stone did his best not to react in a way that put his Little girl off balance. "The same Lydia who stitched the sampler downstairs?"

"Yes, this was her house."

"Ahh, I see, well then, thank you, Lydia," he said to the room. "I promise your new friend is safe with me."

"Oh, she already knows that, Daddy. That's why she spoke to me. She said you remind her of her own husband."

"I'm honored," he said, though a little concerned their stay would be a bit uncomfortable if he had to worry about a ghost wondering about.

"It's okay, Daddy," Micah said with a giggle. "She's not a voyeur. She usually stays in the parlor but wanted to make sure you liked her room up here. She won't bother us at all."

Deciding he could either spend time worrying about something he couldn't change unless they moved locations, or he could spend that time admiring the love of his life, he did the only thing he could. "Panties down and bend over. I need to see the cutest butt in the entire world."

Instead of flushing, she smiled and took a few steps forward.

"Remember, nice and slow," Stone said, his eyes riveted on the spot where the heart containing his title and hers would appear as she slipped her fingers beneath the lacy edge. Inch by inch, skin far paler than the rest of her began to appear. It was like his dick had its own heartbeat as it grew, the blood pumping through veins confined by his clothing. Her panties reached the halfway mark as he undid his zipper and pulled his cock free. Fisting the base, he squeezed hard to stave off the urgent need to shove into her. Instead, he slowly began to stroke his length, his cock stiffening further with every gorgeous bit of skin she uncovered. When the lace dipped beneath the midway point, he could practically see what remained hidden by the clenching of her cheeks.

"Relax your ass, little girl," he said as he ran his palm over the head of his cock, spreading the slickness seeping from the slit over the entire crown. "Bend over and keep lowering those pretty undies."

"Yes, Daddy," she said softly, bending at a slight angle even as her panties slid down another half inch. With her new position, the surface of her ass broadened but didn't keep the fabric from continuing its journey.

Despite his throbbing cock, Stone wasn't in a hurry. He was enjoying the show far too much to rush his Little along in her role of playing the sexy harlot. He'd not missed the shy smile she'd given him at his latest order, or the slight spreading of her feet before her panties even reached the floor.

Stone had to tighten his grip around his cock as she bent forward again, her cheeks beginning to part and the moment he saw the string uncoil to dangle between her sweet thighs, he had to shut his eyes, but only for the briefest moment in order not to embarrass himself and erupt like some teenager seeing a naked woman for the first time.

Finally she released her panties only to spread her feet apart, stretching the cotton to its max before gripping her ankles and peering up between her legs. The picture she made was worthy of hanging in the Louvre as far as he was concerned. He figured even Michelangelo wouldn't argue with that.